Throw Away Your Skintimate (Like A Girl)

Goddesses S & H are back after a long hiatus, a trip to New York City and a ridiculously fun obsession with Kreayshawn and WGM. Swag.
But more about that later.

How Goddess S and I spent our summer.

I was going to write about this during the summer, since the subject of shaving your legs is more relevant when it’s hot outside. But better late than never.

Do you own a can of feminine shave-gel or cream? Specifically Skintimate, since I don’t really know if there are any other companies that market shaving creams especially for women.
If you do, and you’re almost out of it and on your way to go to the store for some more, read this first:

So over the summer I let Goddess S use the last of my Skintimate shave gel and I kept forgetting to get more until my legs resembled a bear-skin rug.
Before finally going to the store I used some of my boyfriend’s Barbasol shaving cream (Beard Buster!) to tide me over before I got my fancy-schmancy sparkly raspberry Skintimate.

I couldn’t believe how smooth my legs were! Much more so than shaving with my beloved Skintimate. Although I guess it made more sense, since beards are coarser than leg hair. But still, isn’t Barbasol a guy’s shaving cream? I am a woman, dammit! I want a pink can to make me smell like raspberries!!
So I went my merry way on to the store. I went to the aisle for the shaving cream and was confronted with my two choices:

Skintimate: 7 oz. can, almost $3.
Barbasol Beard Buster: 11 oz. can, $1.50

Mind you, I had just come back from the city with Goddess S, and my summer job had just ended so I was broke for the next couple of weeks until school started back up. I took the Barbasol.
I should also tell you, that this was back in early August, and my can of Barbasol is still going strong in the middle of October (not only is it more ounces, it’s a thick cream rather than a gel so I use MUCH less). Whereas had I gone with the Skintimate, I’d be on my third can by now.
Hm…$9 vs. $1.50? I think Barbasol has just made itself a permanent home in my shower caddy.

Some of you might be saying, “Well, duh, Goddess H! I never use feminine shaving creams! I already knew all this!”
And to you, I say, apparently my will for thriftiness were severely trumped by my need to have sparkle-legs that smell like raspberries.

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We came across this today while looking for dance music. It’s probably one of the coolest things we’ve ever heard…and I imagine what Snow White saw and heard after she bit the apple.

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Throw Like A Girl

I don’t know how this happened, but since I started going to college I became a girly-girl.

I wouldn’t say I grew up a tomboy. I wasn’t exactly boyish but I didn’t really put much thought into what I looked like. Baggy jeans, a loose t-shirt or sweater, and tennis shoes were usually my thing, mostly because I was trying to hide the curves I was mistaking for fat. I didn’t really know how to style my naturally curly hair so I just left it in a “white-girl ‘fro”. I rarely wore makeup, mostly because I was lazy and didn’t want to have to take it on and off.
That’s not to say I didn’t have any interest in clothes or makeup or hairstyles…I just didn’t really have any real know-how….how to find clothes for MY body shape rather than what was popular, how to get my hair cut and styled for MY hair type, how to wear makeup for MY face shape. It probably didn’t help that I didn’t care for the way I looked and when I DID get my hair done, or wear makeup, I was trying to look like someone else.

Not me by a long shot!

That started to change in college when I met my good friend, whom I’m gonna call “Goddess S” or GS for short. We bonded over our mutual love for makeup experiments and impromptu photo shoots.
Goddess S and I have very different styles: she’s very trendy and updated, while I was more “1950s glamor” classic. When we went shopping together I went more for things that looked like something Marilyn would wear on one of her “off-days”. Suffice to say, I dressed older than I was, and not in a good way.

Um...hot?

After a year or so hanging around with GS, I got inspired and started gravitating toward more modern clothes. But rather than going completely trendy (may the skinny-jeans never go out of style! I love them too much!), I found a good balance and am now the proud sporter of an “updated classic” look.

My sophomore year in college was a particularly rough one, both personally and academically. Without going into detail, it was L’annĂ©e du merde. During the summer, I was determined to not let my junior year be a rerun. For three months I let my hair grow out, got some new clothes to show off my new updated look, and started wearing makeup regularly. I convinced myself that this was a new year, a fresh start, and I was going to be fabulous! Not just in the looks department, but in overall attitude. Even when my junior year started off rocky, I kept telling myself I was a fabulous, smart and wonderful person. It became my mantra. I almost can’t believe it worked. My grades improved, my social circle grew and I was genuinely a happier person.

So that’s pretty much the story of how, with the help of Goddess S, I became a girly-girl.

-Goddess H